The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
Once, when I told a therapist I went on manic spending binges he asked me how much debt I was in. As if there were a bar for entry, as if I did not have enough debt that I would not be manic enough to warrant attention. You know what’s cray? That shit right there.